Less wondering

When I was a kid, I was (as anyone who reads this blog at all regularly knows) primarily a Marvel fan, but I did--particularly in my pre-teen years--also pick up an occasional DC title.

Now, I was never a big Wonder Woman fan. I had nothing against her, but as far as the DC superheroines went, I much preferred Supergirl. (Actually, I really preferred any of the girls in the Legion of Superheroes, especially the ultimately cool Saturn Girl, but none of them had their very own comic books.) Wonder Woman, in those days, was old, at least as my kid brain saw it. To be fair, most of the DC heroes were old. Superman and Batman were clearly supposed to be about my dad's age (late 30s/early 40s at the time). And Wonder Woman had this odd Joan Crawford thing going with the eyebrows and all. (This was before the seventies-ification of Diana, before the white jumpsuit era.)

By the time Lynda Carter made her run at the role, I was in high school (well, I was by the time it hit CBS, the only network we were able to get) and thus pretty well set in my role models. The show was entertaining, but that was as far as it went.

So I don't really relate to much of the recent blog discussion of the Playboy Wonder Woman thing.

But I was reading this article at Comics Fairplay today, and although Heidi isn't one of the pissed-off, she definitely provides one of the best explanations of why people are upset that I've seen.